1-10-09

Garth shows just how lovingly sensitive he is about this whole plague situation. Characters involved: Garth, Ruddtail, Zen

Ruddtail is sitting in the hall near the fire. The source of his bad mood has finally broken him. The otter's head in his paws while he thinks out how to sort everything out...What ever's wrong, it seems to be rather bad...to him at least.

Garth wanders in from outside. Giving his boots a quick stamp to rid them of snow he walks over near the fire. The presence of the otter whom dared to even think he has seen more than Garth doesn't bother him in the slightest it seems.

Ruddtail casts one eye upward. And if his son was here, He'd get a yelling at...Not Garth, Rudd....But nope. Lucky for him. "Sorry for what i said yesterday...Didn't mean to be rude" he says quietly, not moving from the spot he is in.

Garth glances at the other with some sympathy. "Your anger was understandable, clearly you are going through a great deal with this plague." Notice how he doesn't apologize for calling Ruddtail a barbarian.

Ruddtail doesn't quite remember being called a Barbarian but he'd probably not care if he was or not. "I am..." he sighs, still same position he was in when the other otter came in. but after a few minutes, he does indeed, sit up.

"Any news from upstairs that I might have not heard?" Garth says, a paw idly fiddling with the end of a scroll.

Ruddtail shakes his head. "They wont let me up to see my brother so I have no idea if there's any news or not.

Garth sighs. "Probably for the best, otherwise you would also contract whatever he is ill with." His paw falls lank by his side once more. "I was merely wondering if any of the healers had appeared and given news of more deaths. Although at the current rate," he unloops a scroll and opens it, "two or three will pass by nightfall." How insensitive of you Garth!

Ruddtail gives Garth a weird look. "Is that...all you care about? How many will die?" he asks.

Garth remains silent at first. Maybe he's thinking about the other otter's words, or maybe he's still estimating the dead count, probably the latter. "It's my duty to care about such things, because if I don't record them, who will?"

Ruddtail growls and stands. He's cracked now and it’s really showing just how upset he is. "It’s not just about recording you know. Beasts are dying...don't you get it? Dying..Dibbuns, Elders, Families....Every beast up there right now with this plague and you dont seem to care....What heartless Vermin in the abbey doesn't care about this? It’s more important than your recording. Perhaps if you cared a little more, beasts would be happier to give you want you wanted"

Garth looks down his, er snout at the other otter. "You insult what you have no understanding of. This plague needs to be recorded, or would you rather younger generations have nothing to remember the past by? And excuse me if I have refrained from losing control of my emotions and started yelling my head off. And further more," Garth folds his arms, not yelling or beating the war drums, just scowling, "this plague is nothing compared to some I have seen, which wipe out entire villages. You are some cool headed beast to have lost it when only 19 have died." Yeah, he's real sensitive about all this alright >.>

Ruddtail growls. "IT’S DEATH YOU INSOLENT, IGNORANT FOOL!" He shouts...some beast slowly wake up at his shouting. "I don’t care what you've seen. You probably have no family because you don’t care about anything. No one in the Future should want to remember this...if I had any two things; it would be for you to be suffering from the plague to make you actually care about others for once in your pathetic life, and two, For every beast aside from you to be fine. Grow a heart you heartless dog. No beast cares about you...No one would miss you if you were to die...and when you do die, I hope it’s sure painful, so that once in your life you know what pain is!" He shouts still...one...two...three...tear...tear...and off he goes.

Zen's ear give quite a twitch when he hears something, with a sigh, opening his eyes to look around. He sits up, rubbing his eyes and the drool off his muzzle. He then looks in the direction of the noise, he waits for his eyes to adjust to the light.

"Oh really?" Asks Garth, still not in any sort of temper, on the outside at least. "Then would you prefer that if they find a cure for this thing, that your children's children die from it, because no one wrote down what the cure was?" His arms unfold, one paw hooking in his belt and the other in his bandoleer. "And I don't want anyone to care about me; I don't want to be remembered. And as for pain, you have yet to learn what pain is."

Ruddtail stops. "If there was a Cure, they'd have it written...you'd better hope that I never see you again on the Roads...then I'll show you exactly...what true pain is" He growls before finally vanishing.

Garth calmly watches the enraged otter leave. "Barbarian, can't even control his own temper. If we all die it'll be because of his kind." These mumblings are to quite to be heard by anyone else.

Zen blinks softly at what he's seen... but then he shudders and freezes up at the mentioning of the Roads. He's had no luck out there on the Roads, and now, he knows what could happen on the roads as well! He gets up to his feet and gets his habbit and such all in order, slipping into his sandals. He glances about and studies the two arguing figures, one leaving.

Garth gives the mouse a momentary glance. He's still mumbling about foolish idiots and barbarians. Taking a seat in front of the fire he holds out his paws, warming through and through.

Zen glances about, then heads over to the warmth of the fire. He holds his paws out and sighs softly. His glances meets Garth again, just curiously looking him over.

Garth looks the dibbun over as well. He cracks a small smile but doesn't speak, what's to discuss with someone so shor-I mean, young?

Zen rubs his paws together and then finaly heaves a sigh. He turns to Garth and smiles back, "H.. hello.. H.. How's you?"

"I am well." Garth replies. "And how are you faring this fine morning."

Zen squeeks softly and scratches his head, "Oh.. I.. I am... uh.. I kinna... was woked up a bit...by somtin'...."

Garth reckons he knows what the something was. "It was merely a beast falling over themselves." Only half a lie really, or at least in Garth's opinion.

Zen blinks and nods his head a bit, "You.. you means a... a beasts was yelln' cause he fells?" He very gently... /very/ gently rubs at his ear a little, squeeking softly.

Garth nods, "Yes, tripped all over himself and in doing so proved himself a fool."

Zen squeeks softly, "Oh? But... I.. I trips all the time.." His tail curls around his feet a little, "Sooo.... does that means I's a fool?"

Garth shakes his head, "No, what makes you into a fool is what happens before and after you trip."

Zen blinks a little, nodding at Garth. "Oh.. I.. I see..." He blushes softly, the young mouse not actualy understanding. He thinks a little and hrmms... "Hehe, w.. wha' he trips on? He didn' trips on his own paw' did he?"

Garth has half a mind to say the otter tripped on his tongue, that having been the case, but that would only bring more questions. "Yes, he tripped on his paw, fell right on his face too."

Zen giggles softly and chuckles, "Tehehehaha!!! Hehe... so.. so why's he gonna' go to the Roads fors? I means... hehe... is hes embar...assed?"

Garth chuckles for the dibbun's benefit. "He should be. Any beast that makes such a spectacle out of them self should be looking for some place to hide."

Zen giggles a little more and bounces now, "Ooh... I sees! Hehe, just hopes he's ok... The roads are a no friendly places.." He shudders a bit at thoughts and memmories, then grins. "Hehe.. did.. he busted ups his nose?"

Garth shakes his head. "No, just got himself all dusty."

Zen giggles and nods his head, "Tehehe.. I see." He smiles softly and sways his paws back and forth, "Has you ever beens embarasseded befores?"

Garth shakes his head, "Never." Okay this is probably a lie, but then again nothing about this plague seems to faze him so, who knows?

Zen blinks and smiles, moving a little closer. "Tehehe.. you means never? I mean.. never never never ever never evers?" He grins and slowly starts to perk his ears, "IF you... tells me one thing that embarasseded you... I'll say one thing that did me the sames!"

Garth scoots a little away from the mouse. With dibbuns and their mischief, who knows what he's thinking. "I think I'll pass on that proposition."

Zen bounces and moans loudly, "AWWWW!! Common! I's.. I's bored and.. and..." He continues to try and approach Garth, "And no.. no beast ever wants to plays or talks even! Please? Please tell me?!? I.. I promises not to says a words!"

Again Garth edges away from the mouse, "I have no desire to mix words any longer, little one. I have work too do." And with that he's off, walking briskly to the Cavern Hole or some place else quiet enough to write.

The End